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{ An indie selective and private Lydia Martin roleplay blog, tracking the tag: bravexbanshee. the images and the character are not mine.}

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betadcoyote:

+ bravexbanshee

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      “Did you know about this?”

❤ ℒ ℳ ❤

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                     ❝ The recent string of murders? Yes I did.
                     It’s hard not to notice that sort of thing when
                     you’re dragged to every crime scene like
                     The Ghost Whisperer. ❞







                     "– If you’re not here to buy
                     something, you need to leave. “ 

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americanwxlf:

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       ❝ I’m so happy for Danny that he finally found
            a right guy. I can’t wait for the wedding. ❞ 

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       " At least someone in Beacon Hills might not
           have a death at the wedding.







isaacle:

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         ”…You have no proof that I did it.”

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          Is that why I suddenly don’t
         have three eyewitnesses?







isaacle:

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         ”I didn’t do it.”
                    There’s a 98% chance he did.

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         And I’m not from Beacon Hills.







betadcoyote:

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   she had missed all of the pack
     members, even though she 
    hadn’t been in touch with 
   many of them. She had thought
   it would be awkward but she feels
     like she never even left. }

“Yep! You too, I’m guessing?”

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{ something about beacon hills always
drew her back in in the end… even if that
was something that lydia had never wanted
for herself. she offers malia a faint smile before
rummaging through her purse. }

It wasn’t entirely voluntary.
Scott can be very, very persuasive.
– You want to go out for coffee?







betadcoyote:

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   ”Oh c’mon, Lydia! I missed you!”

she goes over and hugs her }

    “How have you been?!”

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{ malia hasn’t changed at all. her perfume has
but it’s a nice scent that suits the
gi– no… woman now. lydia will have to be reminding
herself of that. }

Better than I was before college. – Are you
back for the reunion?







betadcoyote:

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    “Well, that’s cocky of you…”

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   ”Oh! Lydia?”

It’s not cocky if it’s true.

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Puppy-like exuberance who now
seems to know how to do her hair.
Malia. I’d say that it were a pleasure but–

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We both know that that would be a lie.
But it’s nice that you’re alive, I suppose.







betadcoyote:

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     ❝—I know you, don’t I?❞

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If you don’t know me, you know of me.
I grew up here– which is unfortunate.







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My first day back in Beacon Hills
and I’m already dealing with
s u p e r n a t u r a l bullshit.

hellish